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Morning number four in Alberta’s Canadian Badlands and I found myself inside my third Tim Horton’s, grabbing a maple donut and a coffee. Even I was surprised at how fast I had taken to my daily Tim Horton’s stop. Canada, in all of its politeness and maple goodness has a way of swiftly pulling you into its orbit.

 

What first struck me were exactly how many total strangers said “Good morning!” to me (six), and how many people held the door open for each other as they came and went from the donut shop. It was like a daisy chain of politeness, each person handing the open door responsibility to the next. Really, it’s a wonder any doors get closed in this country at all.

 

I was road tripping through this region in Southwestern Alberta at the invitation of the folks at the Canadian Board of Tourism. Before going into this assignment, I was a little unclear on what, or who, was there.

 

From what I could tell, it was a swath of agriculture and fossilized Mesozoic history. Beyond that, though, why was it called the Badlands?

 

What was there to see?

 

Were there people?

 

I had images of myself wandering through rough terrain, a guitar slung across my back, ready to sing soulful songs about solitary life on the dusty plains.

 

Spirit of the Canadian Badlands Medicine Wheel Juliana Dever

 

But what I found was so much different than I imagined. This trip quickly became more than an exploration of an offbeat destination. It touched my heart in unexpected ways.

 

Touring the Canadian Badlands began a journey for me that refreshed my sense of why I travel, something that has been slipping away for me – that understanding of my own personal “why.”

 

When you travel the world, it’s an easy tendency to want to escalate each trip into a more challenging, more far-flung excursion than the next. But my time in the Canadian Badlands was a trip of simplicity.

 

It was about shutting out the blare and negativity of the virtual world and connecting to a place and its heritage on a person-to-person basis. It was so simple it was almost ridiculous.

 

Finding the Spirit of the Canadian Badlands

The first place I felt this was at the beginning of my trip in the little town of Hanna. A former railroad town, Hanna was once a big thing, a juncture and meeting point between Saskatoon and Calgary.

 

After the railways were taken up, the town reinvented itself as a coal producer. Now that coal energy is giving way to clean energy, they find themselves once again in a state of forced reinvention. And it seems they are looking to create that future by focusing on their past.

 

“We’re trying to create relevancy.” Trish Sewell with Hanna’s Chamber of Commerce says to me as she looks across an assembled “main street.” We’re standing in a park with century-old buildings lining either side.

 

Hanna General Store - Spirit of the Canadian Badlands

 

“Most of these buildings have been moved here, and it’s sort of a small representation of our history. We’ve taken them from different areas and said ‘let’s preserve ‘em.’” She laughs and gestures over to the general store, filled with canned and dried goods, once for purchase sixty, seventy years ago.

 

“We want the museum to be a gathering place where people want to come together as a community and share and do things.”

 

The People of the Canadian Badlands

Surrounded by an old prairie school, a two-room hospital and several other buildings Laura Ingalls Wilder surely frequented, I talk with John Kaster. The septuagenarian is the former mayor and chiropractor in the town of Hanna. He remembers a time when the town was bigger, before people left to make their living in the cities.

 

“This is the 51st year for the Fall Fair, but only the third year here. It used to be at the arena, and it was kind of getting smaller and smaller and the arena was appearing to be bigger and bigger. It looked a little lonesome in there…”

 

We walk to the old train depot. There is a short stretch of tracks remaining out front for show, the rails fighting the overgrown grass for attention.

 

“There are gonna be games for kids. We’re trying to make the museum interactive so there’s more than one reason to come here.”

 

John Kaster Hanna Canadian Badlands

 

Preparations for the fair move around us, but I’m enjoying sitting and talking with John too much to pay much attention.

 

He tells me about his grandfather from Missouri who forged a check to buy land near Calgary, which he believed would be the “next Chicago.” He shares how his great-grandfather drove back and forth between the United States and Cochran, Alberta in a Studebaker, helping to pave the roads.

 

John recounts how one of his cousins was in the RAF, and wound up as King George’s stand-in for an official portrait painting while in England.

 

It’s like being part of a historical relay, and John just handed me the baton. It’s a better souvenir than any t-shirt or mug, this opportunity to listen to someone else’s life story. I love sharing these moments with strangers who begin to feel like friends. Creating relevancy, one family story at a time.

 

My week continues like this. I fall in love over and over again with the Canadian Badlands, its history, its people, and its landscape.

 

My second night, I attend an open mic in Duchess. Started by Rita Wildschut, a vibrant Dutch woman with a boundless artistic sense, it has become a popular event. Her property filled with maybe sixty people, sitting around her pond. Locals drive from all around for the opportunity to get onstage and share a song.

 

Spirit of Canadian Badlands - Tom Jackson Red Roof Studio

 

“When we built this studio I said, you know what? Now we can really give back to the community and bring some culture. Our community is farmers; it’s oil people, or slaughterhouse people. So we don’t really have a community for culture. But to bring that now in here and – did you see how they enjoyed it?” Rita is so enthusiastic she delightfully interrupts herself when she speaks.

 

I was staying next door at the family’s B and B, but I couldn’t sleep. It was after midnight and yet there I was, once again, sitting and talking with the folks of the Badlands. Between stories of Pinterest craft project fails, bicycle mishaps, and how to properly cook French fries, we laughed all night. The warm and generous spirit of the Canadian Badlands and the people here are irresistible.

 

So irresistible that I skipped what I had planned for the next day and stayed all afternoon at the Red Roof Studio, hanging out like we had known each other for years.

 

I’m fairly certain I asked the family to adopt me. I’m definitely certain I asked them to make French fries. Dearest Wildschuts, if you guys are reading this, the adoption offer still stands. Also, I’ll take more fries.

 

T-Rex statues Drumheller Canadian Badlands

 

The Landscape and History of the Canadian Badlands

Though this part of Alberta is a treasure chest of human-interest stories, it’s also a toy box of unexpected beauty. On the sixth day I set out for Drumheller, which is about two hours northeast of Calgary.

 

As I drove east, miles and miles of flat wheat fields started to bunch up like a Shar Pei’s rolls. Wet, marshy ground became more frequent. Cattails sprung up, catching dandelion fluff like nature’s lint rollers. Then suddenly the ground opened up, revealing millenniums of history.

 

It’s a dramatic encounter to first see the actual “bad land.” A gouge of taupe and red earth, rain worn and sandblasted, it appears along the drive with almost no warning. Spires of hoodoos, ravines and mesas emerge like an impromptu grand canyon.

 

Spirit of Canadian Badlands - Juliana Dever DPP sunset formations

 

This 35,000 square mile region has the largest concentration of dinosaur bones in the world. As I pull into the town of Drumheller, I can’t help but be amused at how fully they embrace it. Dinosaur statues of multiple varieties tower over sidewalks and local businesses. It’s like driving through a benign Jurassic Park.

 

I pulled over at least twelve times to take pictures with the pre-historic sculptures. How could I not? I pretended I was in Tokyo with the kooky T-Rexs doing a gleeful Godzilla impression behind me. I posed for selfies with a Flintstone’s-like purple Brontosauruses, acted unimpressed by two crazed-looking Velociraptors. I heard on-lookers giggling, but I’d like to think they were just as tickled as I was by my photo shoot.

 

Juliana Dever Dino - Spirit of Canadian Badlands

 

What the Spirit of the Badlands Means to Me

Part of the fun of exploring the Canadian Badlands is having no agenda other than to see where the road takes you. I didn’t know what to expect or whom I’d meet, but I realized I’d always feel welcome. It’s not about getting from one highlight to the next, but rather stopping on impulse, talking to strangers and not looking at the clock.

 

Road tripping here is like living a real-life choose-your-own-adventure. And for this adventure I chose people. I chose touching 35 million-year-old exposed earth. I chose pulling over and visiting the world’s largest pinto bean.

 

Juliana Dever Largest Pinto Bean Canadian Badlands

 

There is a spirit in the Canadian Badlands that heals, that connects, that recognizes we need each other. After months spent tethered to a device filled with curated perfection and angry trolls that seek to divide us, the small towns and wide-open spaces do something not all trips can. It renewed my faith in authenticity and humanity.

 

That kind of travel is priceless. Connecting to humanity is my personal why, and I have the friendly, vast, whimsical Canadian Badlands to thank for helping me find it.

 

Juliana Dever jumping in Canadian Badlands

 

This trip was brought to you by the folks of the Canadian Badlands board of tourism, but all words, thoughts and opinions are my own.

 

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Hi. I’m Juliana Dever and according to science I have some sort of "exploration" gene. Embracing this compulsion, I spend a lot of time hurtling around the planet in metal tubes experiencing other cultures and writing humorous essays about it. Enjoy.

2 Comments

  1. Susan Portnoy / November 9, 2017 at 4:16 am /Reply

    Love this: “As I drove east, miles and miles of flat wheat fields started to bunch up like a Shar Pei’s rolls. ” So spot on. :))) Great piece.

    • Juliana Dever / November 10, 2017 at 12:26 pm /Reply

      Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed it.

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